SABAHTOUTA goes PALESTINE (I)

It was already MIDNIGHT and it had been FIVE hours since I put a foot in Tel Aviv Airport. It took the security five LONG hours to make sure I am not a STATE DANGER.

If the airport security only knew me, they would know that my LIVING-ON-THE-EDGE-THING would be crossing the street while the traffic light is RED. Either way, I had NO choice. The security took my passport AND phone and I was instructed to take place in an UGLY greyish waiting room. The room was CROWDED with people whom I had assumed are “dangerous people”, too.

It took them a couple of hours before taking me to a PRIVATE interrogation room. I was asked over and over again WHY I decided to travel to Tel Aviv. They were very interested in the names of my already deceased GRANDPARENTS. Why are my grandparents so important to these people? There was no chance to ask these interrogators any questions. So, I repeated the same answers in a CALM yet composed voice. I think my voice got intimidated noticing the BIG machine GUNS these people were brandishing. I just didn’t want to give them ANY REASON TO SHOOT. ‘Who is the dangerous one here?’, I thought to myself!